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lately, I’ve noticed how things have started to settle down into a pattern.
one that feels beautiful and soothing. just like a hot latte does – whether it is matcha or coffee.
because, by all accounts, details like this do not matter. the smell of rain, the dreams we have, the taste of wild salmon. those are the only things we should think about.